"Ah...." Was all Angel could think the muster in response to Alastor. The master word smith. Angel shifted a bit awkwardly getting the distinct feeling he had stumbled into a sore subject. Again. Man, maybe he needs to rethink his career path and become a processional mine sweeper.

But then Angel lets out a gasp in pretend shock, clutching at his chest, "There ain't thinking wrong about my accent. Some people find it sexy. No, you dumbass. I mean you couldn't tell I was a gangsta by my impeccable fashion sense?"

Angel reached up to snap his bowtie grinning ear to ear as his secondary hands traveled down the delicate curves of his body. All joking aside, the spider was keenly aware of the state of their meal time. He wasn't about ready to give up his time with the other demon. It was getting good.

"Say Al? How about we wrap things up here. We have a long walk home."